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The night was humid
and my hair stuck to my neck
in damp clumps and curls.
There were no lightnin bugs
on the way home,
but the moon hang low in the sky
and fog spilled across the fields,
like a sea that goes nowhere.
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I like how I feel right there in the scene with you. The fog feels ominous.
I like this a lot. Very atmospheric. Good work.
Can see it all. Beautiful